Wilibald Klinger

“After those ten years, there was a chance that we could buy our house, the old original one, our family house; we could buy it back. Then, when they evicted us, they actually confiscated all our property. We had nothing but what was in the packages we managed to také along with us. Even though in that camp, when we got there, I remember, they had such boards there and they dumped the bag for everyone, they checked it. And I remember Dad still had cigarettes in his pocket, he had a box, so they took it from him. He couldn't even have that. We were there like this. We survived all winter in the lager."

"My grandmother was then deported in 1945. All German families then had to leave their home where they were born, where they lived. As a child, I remember when my grandmother left, so the procession was one where those people were told in advance that they could pack fifty kilograms for what they could take with them. And left everything else at home. They were expelled and then we didn't even know about them, where they ended up, where their path came to an end. Only then, after a long, long time, did we get back in touch with where they really were, and we were able to connect them."